Jolly Good Show

[Star]

Admittedly, Jolly Kone isn't much to look at. Or really, to be at. It's got two redeeming qualities: it's close to the theatre, and there's an unusually large variety of shakes. Plus some good memories, but, hey, that's kind of subjective. The well-beaten path of fruit flavors has been momentarily abandoned for a peanut butter shake thick enough to make the angel's cheeks hollow and eyes cross at times.

"My place is that way," he pointed north and slightly east. In the distance was Sutter's baseball park and the Tower Bridge. "Mile, mile and a half?"

You'd think by now he'd have mentioned it's not the typical 'place', but for once it's not a Dramatic Reveal. It's just... what it is. Normal until it wasn't worth mentioning. At least to him. Feels like a lifetime ago four strangers hatched a plan at Moxie to grab a hallow, yo. Now it's him and Tyche and...

"You know, uh," he looked around, and dropped his voice to a whisper. "Briar Rose and Campanella?" He'd settled into a comfortable avoidance; deft at looking at her forehead or shoulder, making the refusal to fully take in the pretty brunette as normal as... well... a big purple and orange theater. "Speaking of? I'm, like, Jack. Out here."

He stood, ready to leave and fingers prepping texts.

Because obviously checking out the theater.

[Campanella]

Here is Campanella, wandering the streets of West Sacramento - trying not to look lost.

He has been here before, of course, back when Nidhogg's Bane was active; so as he walks the streets in his coat and scarf, old memories click into place. But now, of course, the Moros is actively looking for some people, while trying not to look too suspicious while doing so.

He had thought it would be rather simple - head out to the theatre, knock, and gain entry.

No one was home.

He walked the block. Tried again. No response.

So now Campanella is walking in ever increasing circles through the neighbourhood.
Star has to be somewhere around here, right?

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-04-08 06:59:15		Campanella to cast Mage Sight rote rolls 11 to Intelligence + Occult + Matter + Order Spec - 1 Limit (10 Again)		6, 5, 10, 4, 5, 4, 2, 4, 9, 3, 7, 1		2 successes
2020-04-08 06:58:51		Campanella to cast Mage Armor rote rolls 12 to Intelligence + Occult + Matter + Order Spec (10 Again)		9, 9, 1, 9, 7, 4, 3, 3, 7, 1, 5, 10, 2		4 successes

[Tyche]

Tyche seemed to enjoy Jolly Kone.

The structure reminded her of a few joints she frequented in Minnesota and Texas, though they always sold mostly burgers and fries. The food was always cheap and greasy, but it was good and ready quick. Good memories there.

Tyche had decided on the peach shake, Star had recommended it when they both had left the 'debate' awhile back. Judging from the slight curl of her lips and the perked eyebrows as she drank, the Acanthus was more than pleased. It was good, but jury was still out one whether it would replace her love of strawberry. Gotta be faithful to your old stand-bys, y'know?

As Star rose, so did Tyche and her shake, closing some of the distance a little so the pair could communicate quietly side by side on the commute once they started.

"Mhmm," she whispered in turn, granting a nod and affirming her knowledge of the pair, "Pink haired cutie and one of our resident sharp dressers."

Campanella had always been in a suit when Tyche had seen him and Rose, well, pink hair was an apt description. First thing people noticed.

"Penny," she said, granting the Obrimos her public identity as he did with his.

"We getting a tour?" she asked, finally piecing enough together to comfortably speak her assumption. Seemed to track that way. Him talking about his place. Mentioning others... Seemed like this was the something in something platonic. And Tyche was down. Benefits were benefits.

[Briar Rose]

All ready on her way to Jolly Kone, set and ready to horrify everyone by her favourite shake flavour and her craving for the salty sweet of the shake, fry combo, she'd look up the approximate of where the snack shack was, but she didn't jot down the address. Still learning the city, sometimes it was good to get lost. Never knowing what you'd find, or where. She'd already seen back streets, and high places. Nice streets and convenient ledges.

Eventually she'll find the place, or she wont, which means she'll take google for another spin.

[Star]

If Jolly Kone is a test, Tyche's passed it. Place reminded him of when he was a kid. The sort of place that would serve grilled fish tacos and not make a huge fuss about a dirt-streaked kid loitering. Well. Until fingers got a little sticky. That same youth has left another indelible print -- that southern disregard of time. On time was early, and late was on time. It's as if they'd collectively dispelled the Illusion of time and broken it's chains.

"Uhhh... yeah." That's as as good of a precis of the pair as he had, he supposed. "Oh? As in, bad and always turning up?"

That's another thing he likes. The s'name game. And with the Fatumancy angle? Didn't seem like a 'pound foolish' chick.

"Yes? No?" he asked like someone searching for the right answer based on the other person's reaction. "I mean, too fast? If it's okay."


Apparently chinchillas cabal on the first date.

It's short enough of a drive to consider walking, but long enough to realize that might have been a mistake. It also means there isn't much time to come up with an excuse when it becomes clear the orange and white assault on the eyes is the destination. Weeds have started to erupt from cracks in the parking lot and the wild greenery and faded sides give the old theater a decidedly dilapidated look. A gangly arm throws up a wave to the other arrivals.

"Cool, huh? Like, everyone had a theater for a room and the bathrooms are huge."

See? It's got selling points.

Plus there's that golden blossom of fire from the hallow for anyone with the eyes to see.

[Campanella]

Third time lucky. Campanella swings by the theatre for another pass. He raises a hand in recognition, looks both ways and then lopes across the street with his hands sliding into his pockets.

Those hands are sliding back out of their pockets as he nears the group.

"Well... Hello. I... Ah... See you have been reacquainting yourself with the area?" He says as he approaches. His cheeks are flushed (all that walking) and there is an unaccustomed smile on his lips.

The Moros casts a perhaps all too eager look across at the Theatre.

Campanella has been here before: Nidhogg's Bane is still a warm memory.

[Tyche]

Tyche looks at Star confused for a moment, then she's hit with a brief sense of realization.

"No, but that's really good," she said, "Maybe I should steal that."

Then a shrug as Star ventures on whether it's appropriate.

"I go with the flow now and then," Tyche offers with a smile, "It's a cool thought, if you wanna explore it I'm down."

As they approach the theater and Star explains the appeal, Tyche was definitely surprised but, judging from the grin, she gets the selling points. A big ass room could have the space for a lot of things. A library even, which could be useful. More than anything, its, like, your space, y'know? And you just don't get that in thin-walled studios.

Color her optimistic, but this was something worth looking into if things jived well.

Campanella gets a smile and a nod.

"Hey, good to see ya out," she says, granting the man a smile. Then eyes search for Briar Rose and ears listen for the telltale whine of a dirtbike.

[Briar Rose]

The Enchantress' ears let her down, for it's not the loud roar of en engine that herald's the arrival of the Shaman, but a pair of feet on the side walk and a muffled, "Yo!" Briar Rose says around a few fries already in her maw. The lid's off her vanilla shakes, handing to the side as it's still pinned in by the straw. She's scooping it up with her salty fries. Playing some mad snack tetras as she wanders over.

It did take her to google, and when she'd gotten there then gotten a text to get here well, she wasn't going to not get anything. It was there, the menu calling her.

Salty sweet, yum. Giving a little shimmy at the taste.

"Sooooooo..." says she, looking about, not really getting it. "We're all here....?"

[Star]

See those fries and shake?

That's why a hearthmaster ends up hearthing. Things like that. Narrowed eyes and a slow shake of the head render the holy verdict of that unholy concoction. Those are small fries though.

Whoah.

Campanella can run? Not like 'got jets' run, but... 'knees still work' run? Well. Props. Who knew. And smiling? Maybe what they ought to do is make sure someone else isn't wearing a Camper spell suit, right? Nah. This guy gets it. There's some magic in that old theater. Maybe it's got some spirit hoo-doo going on -- nudging the people that call it home into a different world that they'll look back on fondly like a favorite movie.

"Puh-leez, I'm totally dibs'ing royalties," he answered Tyche as the other two caught up so that he could dispense little Pez' of greetings. "'Sup. Yo."

A nod to the theater.

"It's a little run down? But, like. That's a lot to keep up for one person." This isn't all altruism. "And it cleans up super nice." No it doesn't. "Also? The best sound-proofing of rooms you've ever seen." That's actually true. "C'mon."

He led the way in, beginning a slow tour of the facilities*, rambling congenially.

"So, full disclosure? Seems only fair," he nodded to Rose. "Those two already know -- I'm a Guardian. Also? This goes for everyone. Living here might mean occasionally seeing a brunette visiting me? She used to live here and, uh. Uh. Might ask, uh..."

Impersonation time.

"Who the fuck are you supposed to be?"

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"What the fuck are you looking at?"

It's a reasonable impersonation of his Intervallutrix' bark, and they ought to get the idea with that sampling.

"So I'm just, like, gonna apologize for that in advance."

But conveniently gloss over the possibility of getting shot with an arrow.

*

It's pretty big theater and I don't even know where to begin -- but feel totally free to use this gallery as a reference to draw questions/commentary off of. Note -- It's not all shiny and pristine, and more than half covered/closed up since Star doesn't have the Size dots by himself to cover the whole theater.

[Campanella]

Campanella followed along behind. He looked up at the garish grand old building.

"I think its holding up well, considering the neglect of recent times," he commented.

"And I daresay that if we all put in some time and effort, we will have a decent Sanctum, all things considered. I mean... A small group of us managed reasonably well a while back..."

Was he looking for the signs his old Cabal of Nidhogg's Bane had left behind? Yes. Yes he was. He looked to their mop headed guide, to see if he noticed. Or appeared to even care.

Tentatively: "If we are doing this... Would it be alright if I take over... there..."

He gestured to what once had been his chamber. Perhaps he could reclaim his old space.